A/N: Well I have returned to the HP fan fiction world with this fic.

If Severus Snape is hiding a secret, a daughter whom holds the power to change time, history, and the future, what would happen if she and Harry Potter teamed up, both unknowing of the other's potential influence on their lives? And what if Harry doesn't know she is Snape's daughter?

That's going to be the main focus of this story... I hope! Read and Review! Oh any OOC on Snape's part towards his daughter is purely intentional.

HARRY POTTER AND THE SACRED SOUL OF VIETSVAR

BY: Mrs.Perve

Rating: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of this story except for Monique, Vietsvar, and Flop.

PROLOGUE

Monique's hand reached futilely for the branch just above her head, her thin fingers wriggling and pulling. Just a bit farther and she would have it. The small, pale child let out a bit of a whimper as her fingers just brushed the bottom of the branch and slipped away again, causing her to need to catch hr balance quickly. She stuck out her bottom lip in a furious pout, and began to yell.

"Daddy! I can't make it!" She whined, directing her complaint toward a tall man on the other side of the yard, who was preparing a small picnic table for their dinner. He turned to look at her, his dark eyes sparkling, and grinning broadly. Pushing a lock of pitch-black hair identical to Monique's behind his ear, he came a bit closer to the tree in which his daughter stood precariously.

"Monique Sevaria, be careful!" He commanded sternly. "Why don't you come down from there today and come eat? Our meal is ready." He suggested. Monique nodded, and gave up her futile attempt at reaching the elusive branch above her. Slowly, she edged her way back towards the ground, placing each foot and hand gingerly on each branch only momentarily in her descent.

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Suddenly there came a loud snap, as the branch on which Monique was currently balanced broke cleanly and swiftly from the trunk. She let out a cry, and her father's expression became horrified as she tumbled downwards, realizing that he had no wand with which to perform a spell. Monique ricoqued off of another branch, bouncing her sideways to a point which allowed her a rather clear fall. The man's dark eyes brimmed with moisture, and he ran forward, ready to catch the child when possible.

"Monique!" He screamed, seemingly flying in her direction. Monique neared the Earth, and he knew he would not reach her in time. He emitted a nearly feral wail, which cut off quickly as his daughter's plummet ended abruptly, and she hovered a mere two feet from the surface. He came quickly to her side, wrapping his arms about her, and lifting her so that they were now eye-level with one another, her face badly scratched and bleeding.

"Monique Sevaria Snape...." He mumbled, tears of relief running down his cheeks. "Never scare me like that again!" She grinned at him, showing off gaps where her baby teeth had fallen out, and rubbed one cut rather furiously.

"I'm okay daddy. I levitated, didn't you see?{" She reassured him innocently. He smiled and hugged her tightly patting her raven colored hair and sighing.

"Of course you are honey, and of course I saw..." He said absently. Suddenly it hit him. "You levitated!" He cried, setting her down and clasping her hands. "You levitated yourself! At age six!"

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Monique screwed up her face at her father. She had never seen him act like this before, and she had no idea why he was now. Tugging her hands in an attempt to get his attention, Monique blinked furiously and looked quite confused. "Dad..." She called. "Daddy...."

"Yes Monique?" He asked, looking down at her and swelling with pride.

"Why are you so happy?" Her hazel eyes looked up at him, inquiring. Her father ruffled her hair, causing her to pull away in dislike. She hated people touching her hair.

"I am proud of you." He exclaimed. Monique shrugged and forgot the matter for the moment.

"Can we eat??"

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5 YEARS LATER

"Father! Look! An owl just arrived, with a letter addressed to me!" Monique Sevaria Snape ran down the flight of stairs to the ground floor of her mansion home and gasped for breath. Now eleven, she stood almost five feet in height and had remained thin and pale. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail that swept to her lower back, and her cheeks were flushed with the excitement that her hazel eyes portrayed. Her father came around the corner from the sitting room, and he furrowed his eyebrows with anger.

"Monique...you know you are not allowed to rampage about-" He began to scold. Then his black eyes fell upon the envelope clasped firmly in her hands. "I see it is from Hogwarts."

"Yes! May I open it?" She requested pleadingly. Her father eyed the envelope for a moment longer, and then nodded. "If you like. It is yours; I cannot stop you..." He responded curtly. His daughter tore the enveloped open and pulled the letter out quickly.

"Dear Ms.Snape...we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..." She read, letting out a squeal of delight at the word 'accepted'. "Oh isn't this wonderful father?! Did you have any doubts at all?" She jumped up and down, until she caught her father's gaze, and stopped.

"It would be wonderful, yes, if that were where I had intended to send you." Her father replied, his eyes narrowed. "But because you are already enrolled at Vietsvar, I am afraid that...." he gestured at the letter "...was a waste of parchment." Monique's face filled with horror, and she let the acceptance letter fall to the floor as she cast her father a dirty look.

"Vietsvar! Why? Wouldn't it be simpler if I went to Hogwarts? And Vietsvar is in Germany!" She wailed, her face scrunched in absolute fury. Her father frowned.

"Monique..." He reached for her shoulder but she stepped back and glowered at him. "Monique, listen to me. Do you remember when you were six and fell out of that tree out back? I decided then that your power with magic was to be taken seriously and I went to Dumbledore with my concerns. Hogwarts is a powerful school, with a most powerful wizard at its head. However, next year, Harry Potter will also be entering Hogwarts, and I am only looking out for the safety of you both by keeping you separated. In addition to that, I fear that my immense lack of popularity amongst the student body would spill over onto you, and I could not handle that for you." Monique continued to glare icily at him, her lips pulled into a sour expression equaling any of his.

"Why does it matter if the-boy-who-lived and I are kept separate or not?" She demanded, balling her fists, tears of anger in her eyes, that she would not let fall. Her father shook his head.

"That, I am afraid, I cannot tell you. I promised Albus Dumbledore and we Snapes always keep our word." he answered her simply, causing her to become more irritated.

"It must not be a very good reason then." She countered before attacking his second factor. "As for being unpopular, so be it. Please father, I beg of you; allow me to attend Hogwarts!"

"No. You will go to Vietsvar, your tuition has been paid I will send a letter of apology to Minerva, and you will accept my decision!" Her father commanded firmly, causing Monique to jump. A look of defeat crossed her features and she averted her gaze to her bare feet somberly.

"Yes father."

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A/N Well that's the prologue. Just a basic background on Monique and explaining the title a bit. First chapter will be up soon, I must juggle this and "More Than Global Class." Please review and be nice!